He swept them up, and farther up, until Timou was dizzy with height, and finally up to the highest gallery of the tallest tower of all. The gallery ran all around the tower, its slim marble balustrade seeming a fragile protection against the fall that lay beyond. The air this high seemed pure as glass, so still a sudden cry might shatter it. Below them the City spread itself out, flushed ruddy gold in the last sun. The King stood with his broad hands spread wide on the rail, staring outward and down. His voice, when he spoke, was surprisingly gentle, although still gravelly. “You can see all the way to the edge of the great forest from this place. If the air is especially clear. It is like a shadow at the edge of sight.” His son came forward to join him at the balustrade. He had carried his sword with him, out of habit, Timou thought, and now, having mislaid the sheath somewhere behind the mirror, set it aside on the stone floor of the gallery. “And she wants to rule all this.” “Rule it?” said the King.
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